Drew had finally saved $4,500 from his part-time job at the family Engineering business- he worked there as a basic intern and had to get the job on his own. Dad and Mom did not help him. They did not interview or hire him, they left that to someone else, whom they had carefully instructed not to hire at all on the basis that he could be the heir to the company. He was to be treated like any other interviewee, and he had gotten the interview and the job on his own. Which was what his parents wanted – for him to be able to stand on his own two feet. He did grunt work. The work no one wanted to do, or didn’t have time to do. He worked hard and learned some things as well. The job didn’t pay well, but he saved every bit of the money, along with Christmas Money, Birthday Money, and money from a few side jobs. Somehow, he managed to get in time for school, studying, and practicing driving and taking Motorcycle driving classes as well as Martial Arts class. (Not to mention patrolling as Etamin.) He had gotten his driver’s license and motorcycle license. He had done this all in about six months’ time. He had hardly had any time for himself. He was now going to pick out a motorcycle. He had researched them, but was still unsure of what he wanted, probably a Kawasaki 350 or a Honda 350. He had no idea of the colors he wanted yet. He also gotten a gift card to the sports store next to the motorcycle shop, to be used on motorcycle gear.
Dad was taking him and was pouring his heart out with pride. Drew beamed, as they walked into the store and then stopped and looked around. The store was packed. The motorcycles were rolling out- bought and paid for as quickly as you could say Jack Robinson. “Huh.” Dad said. “Must be a sale.” “Uh huh,” muttered the store manager as she ran past. “Fourth of July.” Drew’s eyes went wide. So, did Dad’s. “Right.” They mumbled together. Dad turned to Drew, “Well you better hurry, if you want one today.” But Drew just wasn’t fast enough. Every time he came to one he half-liked, someone rushed over and bought out from under him. Then something, or rather some things tucked into a back corner caught his eye. How? Two motorcycles, one with a sidecar. One was white, with a golden Egyptian quill on the gas tank – nearly his sign. The other white with gold trim, and a blue lotus on the gas tank; both were Honda Rebel 350s. The sidecar was golden and had a cheetah head on it. How? Dad noticed he was looking with appreciation – that he really liked them and asked, “So, which one?” smiling. An attendant walking by, noticed, stopped and asked, astonished, “You like them? You really them?”
Drew nodded, though Dad looked as though he had suspicions. “How much are each of them?” Drew asked carefully. “Well, how much do you have,” asked the attendant. “Oh about 4,500.” Drew said causally. “4,500…” The attendant said to himself, calculating. “Yes. Yes, that should do.” “For which one?” Drew asked. The attendant blinked. “One? I meant all three. The two motorcycles and the sidecar.” Drew blinked himself. “Whawhat?” Dad stepped in. “Now, wait just a minute, what’s wrong with them?” “What’s wrong with what?” asked the sales attendant totally confused – then it dawned on him. “Sir, let me be honest with you. First of be assured, that there is absolutely nothing wrong with anything of them – our mechanics have checked them thoroughly many times and found nothing wrong. Second, there is a sale going on, so everything is half off. And then there is there is the history of the vehicles themselves.” “History? They’re supposed to be brand-new.” Dad commented. “That’s the thing. They are still in brand-new condition as they were when they came on the lot three years ago. But no one has ever been even interested in them until this young man here today.” Dad mumbled a bit but in the end, Drew got them. There was also a sale at the sports store. Drew was able to get a set of white and gold gear for himself, a set of white, gold and blue gear for Dria and a set of gold and tan gear for Dani. All for the price of one. Then they went home- Drew had to actually ride his motorcycle home, because the motorcycle trailer Dad bought didn’t have room for both motorcycles and the sidecar.

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